The things we do for the sake of our silly interests....

The things we do for the sake of our silly interests....

...I am writing a one-shot for a Live Journal challenge for a game series that was due yesterday. Yes, I know I could have spent my time and energy doing that when I was doing unimportant things like running, reading my scriptures, doing my homework, yet, it still bothers me that I haven't finished it yet.

Why? It's only a silly little fanfic. A hobby of mine that's lasted for nearly a decade. Which is only beaten by my love of video games, since the ancient days of the Colecovision. I'm not sure.

Why do I feel the need to extend Cecil's and Rydia's story from the end of Final Fantasy IV into something that only a hack could hope to come up with? The same goes for Ky Kiske's search for the truth about the Crusades and his own critical self-evaluation concerning non-violent Gears from the 2-D fighter, Guilty Gear? I don't know. Maybe it's fandomness, maybe idiocy, maybe all or none of the above. I just like it... and that's still a pretty lame excuse.

I could also go along the 'auteur' path and say that I simply want to tell a story. Would that sound better?

Heck, if it ever comes to that, I'd want to write a Xenosaga story (And I automatically lose Jeremy Parish's favor by mere mention of that game. :p) where it involves the artificial folk, Ziggy and KOS-MOS, working through the infamous Pinnochio Syndrome, a term I gathered from an MST3K episode where inorganic creatures desire that which makes them vulnerable. It could work and I would love to write it... except that it'd get shut down by the wanker fanboys that would rather read a poorly written piece of tripe about Shion's unhealthy and lesbianic(sp) obsession with KOS-MOS... fanboys are a strange thing.